It's broken, I'm playing a really weird development game

The only way to get out of this mess is to go back to the past.

"It's really interesting, and it's even science-related." Wu Wen pondered what he had just overheard, and felt that something was wrong.

At least it matched his guess. The things in this school have been disguising themselves, or disguising their killing methods, making all the unreasonable things reasonable, so as not to attract attention.

Are all the ghosts so smart? Are all the ghosts of the resentful level so smart, or are only the ghosts in this school smart like the pen fairy?

Wu Wen looked at the sixth floor, where the lights were not turned off, and then stood up carefully and walked along the tree-lined path towards the place where he had just jumped in.

Don't even think about exploring the sixth floor tonight. It takes time for the police to collect evidence and investigate. If you want to wait, you have to wait for a long time. Anyway, there are still two days before the mission starts, so there is no need to rush so nervous now.

As for the monitoring problem mentioned by those school leaders, this is not a problem.

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Puyu City University is very large, so large that it takes some time for the spread of news.

As for the death by jumping from the building in the Yunzi District, it was not spread in this huge school in a short moment. At most, some students who have friends in this building knew the news. The rest of them, even the other dormitory buildings in the Yunzi District, didn't know much. At most, they heard the sirens and made random guesses. Then, the news of Yunbuzhaiyue's death came from somewhere.

The night was dark, time passed, and it didn't take long for the time to come to one o'clock in the morning.

In the university, one o'clock in the morning is the dividing line. Those who don't have classes may stay up a little longer, but most of them are ready to go to bed. Those who have classes go to bed earlier, but 1 a.m. is almost the last batch of people to go to bed.

Yunbuzhaiyue is located in the southeast of Yunzi District. Four dormitory buildings are arranged in a square. Yunbuzhaiyue and Yunkaijianri in the same vertical row are shared dormitories for art students and sports students, while Yunkaiwusan and Yunchaoyumu in the other vertical row are boys' dormitories, one for sports students and art students, and the other for foreign students.

Compared with girls in science, girls in liberal arts may have more autonomy, and compared with girls in liberal arts, girls in arts may have more autonomy. So this will cause some conflicts between each other.

Because of the increase in conflicts, there will be one or two people who are excluded by the whole dormitory or exclude the whole dormitory, so single dormitories really exist in this Yunzi District. These people are also rich and can fully afford the expenses of single dormitories.

The entire sixth floor of Yunkaijianri is reserved for those who have conflicts with their roommates. The school also understands the girls' ideas and will solve their needs. Although it costs a little more money, it is much better than those who ignore you or let you stay in a dormitory you don't like.

But this will also lead to another situation, that is, these girls who go out alone will feel very lonely without company and communication on weekdays. Some people become depressed when they are lonely, while others turn their attention to their boyfriends and girlfriends to relieve their inner loneliness.

But no matter which situation, these people will not make any noise.

So the sixth floor of Yunkaijianri dormitory area, although there are people living on it, is no less deserted than Yunbuzhaiyue where no one lives.

The corridor was pitch black. No one had come to replace the lights on the sixth floor corridor for a long time after reporting it. I don't know whether the school thought that there were few people living on the sixth floor and didn't pay much attention to it or because the dormitory aunt was too annoyed and didn't report it. Anyway, the sixth floor was pitch black and quiet at night, and only occasionally some movement could be heard from the toilet.

The lights were broken, and even fewer people came out. Girls were generally timid. Some would rather buy a urinal than go to the toilet in the dark. The more timid ones even turned on the lights in their rooms all night to fall asleep.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and the whole building was completely silent.

The windows at both ends of the dark corridor were opened by the cleaning aunt, and the cool breeze swirled into the corridor through the windows. Not only did it not dispel the gloomy darkness, but it added a bit of horror.

The corridor was quiet, and the rooms on both sides were even quieter. Except for one or two dormitories with lights on, there was not even a trace of light in the corridor.

Everyone seemed to be fast asleep, and it was so quiet that even the sound of the wind could be heard.

Clearly heard.

But it seems that what blew in was not just the wind.

"The red candle is placed on the table..."

The delicate and sad opera sound mixed with a little gentle sorrow quietly appeared in the corridor. The sound was small, but clearly audible, but the strange fusion atmosphere did not give people a feeling of sudden appearance, as if it had always existed in this corridor, and it really lived up to the description of quietly.

"The person in my heart is hidden in the mirror..."

"Huh!" Along with the flow of the opera tune, a breeze blew in from the window of the toilet, gently lifted a corner of the plastic curtain of the bathroom inside, and then the wind passed, and the curtain was put down again.

On the huge dressing mirror in the toilet, a scarlet shadow flashed from the window. No one could see what it looked like, and it even seemed that the scene just now was just an illusion.

"Click."

Light footsteps sounded in the house. In the dark dormitory, a girl with disheveled hair climbed down from her bed with a sad face.

The mobile phone screen on the bed was still dimly lit, and the whole piece of green and the bright red exclamation mark on it stabbed into her heart like a sharp knife.

"Skin as white as cream and skin as white as snow..."

The hoarse and faint voice of the play did not seem to come into the house from the corridor, but the curtains in front of the closed window in the house swayed slightly, as if there was a breeze blowing.

The girl had fair skin, a pretty face, and red eyes. She was only wearing underwear, walking slowly in the dormitory, and sat on the stool under her bed.

The bed was on top and the table was under. In front of the stool was the table, and there was a large dressing mirror on the table.

Although the dormitory was dark, the mirror still faithfully reflected the girl's beautiful appearance in the dark.

Two hot tears slid down the girl's red eyes. Perhaps she remembered the good times in the past, or perhaps she didn't believe his ruthless look, and her heart was cold.

"Peach blossom branches don't be next to the bun..."

The opera in the corridor was soft and gentle, obviously the end of one section, but also the beginning of the next section.

Next to the mirror on the table was an exquisite wooden hairpin. Although it looked exquisite, the regular marks on both sides still betrayed the essence of the wooden hairpin, which was blown from tree gum.

But this was his birthday gift to her, and she always treated it as a treasure.

Although her family was good and she had never suffered any grievances since she was a child, she was also protected too well, resulting in an immature mentality.

The jealousy and hostility of her roommates were the greatest pain she had ever experienced in her life, and also caused her mood to fluctuate greatly.

And he appeared at that time, taking advantage of the opportunity with a wooden hairpin bought on Taobao for 3.8 yuan.

The girl looked at herself in the mirror. Although the dormitory was dark, she could still see that she looked extremely haggard. She was indeed haggard. After being with him, she was suffering psychologically every day.

"Da." The girl slowly reached out her hand and picked up the wooden hairpin on her desk. However, her fingers accidentally touched the eyebrow trimmer next to her for eyebrow trimming, making an almost inaudible sound.

Her loose hair was gently rolled up. The hair swayed back and forth with the manipulation of her tender white hands, and was tied up by the wooden hairpin.

The little face in the mirror looked much more cheerful, but the sadness in her eyes was more obvious.

Strange, it's just a relationship, it shouldn't be so sad...

But the sadness and pain in her heart drowned her whole heart like a vast ocean, and even made her have some extreme thoughts.

A faint trace of blood seemed to appear on the surface of the mirror. The girl stared at the mirror intently, and the figure of the heartless man who made her worry seemed to appear in it.

But after she refused sex, he turned around and had a hot relationship with other girls.

"I really don't have any other ideas, I just want to piss you off..."

The words of the past seemed to still linger in her ears, and two lines of tears flowed freely from the corners of the girl's eyes.

She didn't understand why she was so sad, but she just felt so sad...

So sad that she wanted to humiliate herself, torture herself, and hurt herself!

"My heart is cold, I cut my skin to make flowery clothes..."

The opera sound in the corridor disappeared quietly at some point, but the graceful voice appeared in the house at some point.

The voice was sad and clear, but it didn't feel abrupt, as if it should have been here.

"Pah." The eyebrow trimmer was gently picked up by a bare hand, and the end of the knife collided with the tabletop.

There was a slight crisp sound.

Although the room was dark, the scene in the mirror was still clear.

A white little hand held the eyebrow trimmer against her brow. The cool touch did not bring any strange feeling.

Although the sharp blade had some uneven small openings and the opening was a little tilted, it still easily cut the skin under the force of the wrist.

A little scarlet blood came out from the contact between the knife and the skin. The blade continued to go deeper like cutting tofu, and the tip of the knife just touched the muscle inside the skin.

"Zi... Zi..."

The sound of the knife cutting the flesh sounded in the dormitory. Those who don't know can go and listen to the sound of cutting pork, but the knife did not enter the skin too deep, so the sound was barely audible.

A scarlet blood line appeared at the girl's brow, and slowly moved down with the eyebrow trimmer that kept going down.

The scene in the mirror was shaking, but it was not the girl's own movement, but a woman in a cheongsam standing quietly behind the girl, holding her right hand with her right hand, and gently moving the eyebrow razor in her hand to continue to cut down.

"Crack... Bang..."

It seemed that the sound of broken bones was heard, and the girl's right hand holding the eyebrow razor was cutting down from the back of her scalp. The sound of broken bones was her arm breaking, turning around, and using a weird posture to make the eyebrow razor cut down behind her.

"Click."

The eyebrow razor was put back on the table with a clear sound, and a continuous red line appeared in the middle of the girl's body sitting in front of the mirror.

The girl's nails scratched in front of the mirror and finally put them on her face. She also had a manicure, beautiful and sharp.

The nails of both hands were forcibly inserted into her broken skin, and the long nails pierced the attached facial muscles and skin, which could be said to be forcibly inserted.

"Tick, tick, tick..." Perhaps the movement of the nails destroyed the texture of the muscles, causing blood to drip down her pretty face.

With both hands exerting force, the skin and flesh were lifted up, and the scarlet muscle texture was exposed to the air, which was piercingly painful when blown by the wind.

But this pain made the girl smile.

The heart is cold, and only the pain of the body can relieve the pain of the soul.

"Hiss..." The skin and flesh on the face were lifted up little by little by the nails that were buckled in, including the eyelids and scalp.

With the dripping of blood, the whole human skin was torn off bit by bit.

The human skin was white and the long hair was flowing, but it did not pile up on the ground like rags, but stood quietly behind the girl who was left with only a skinless body, as if it were a living thing.

"Depressed, scraping fat and condensing jade is also different. ..."

The sad opera sound still did not stop in the dormitory. It sounded like it was ringing in the girl's ears. In fact, looking from the mirror, it was indeed the woman standing behind the girl in the red cheongsam who was leaning over and singing in the girl's ear.

The cheongsam was like blood, scarlet and weird.

The yellowed human fat covered the scarlet texture, and the eyebrow trimmer on the table was picked up by the girl again.

The tip of the knife was picked up on the fat, gently picked up the fat, and then put it on the table and piled it together.

The yellow fat with scarlet blood seemed like Huangqin Hetian jade.

The fat was piled on the table, the stool was already covered with blood, and even the blood on the ground had flowed into a pool. The whole scene was as chilling as a slaughterhouse.

But the sad opera sound still did not stop, but seemed to be singing to a high pitch.

"Heartache, bone removal turns into someone else's hairpin..."

A skinned finger was gently placed on the table, and the eyebrow trimmer gently cut along the gap between the finger bones, just cutting off the connection between the bone gaps and cutting off the entire finger.

The bloody human skin standing behind the skeleton wrapped in muscle seemed to have replaced the intelligence at this time. The human skin finger that was torn off so that there was no gap gently picked up the cut finger bone on the table, and then turned it over and replaced the wooden hairpin inserted in the human skin's hair.

In the mirror, the woman in the scarlet cheongsam has put on her new clothes. Her pale face is facing the mirror, holding the topaz made of fat in her hand, and she is satisfied with the new clothes on her body.

"Click." The door of the dormitory opened gently. Listening to the soft sound, I thought it was pushed open by the breeze.

In the dark corridor, a piece of bloody human skin floated quietly in the corridor. It was floating, but it was also like walking. It was quiet and there was no sound.

No one noticed.

Then, another hand with a missing finger grabbed the edge of the door, and then a figure without skin and with scarlet-textured muscles walked out.

"Sad, sincerity is also in sincerity..."

The sound of opera rang out in the corridor again, melodious and sad, infinitely sad, and lasting for a long time.

In the dark campus, a human skin walked on the tree-lined path, followed by a slightly thin figure. Looking at the direction they walked, it seemed to be the direction of the boys' dormitory after the clouds and fog dissipated.

In the dormitory just now, there was only blood all over the floor and a mobile phone that was still shining.

The chat interface with a red exclamation mark was still on the screen of the mobile phone, but under the long string of green chat boxes, there was a chat box that had just been sent.

"Sincerity is also in sincerity."

It was still a red rejection exclamation mark, but this time it was delivered to the door.